Sindarim: Volume 1

In the waning days of peace, Sindarim rode through forests ancient and alive, where Unicorns drank in silence and leaves whispered of spirits unseen. From the skies descended dragon-winged horrors, harbingers of chaos, and arrows hissed past him like curses. In that darkened glade, a Unicorn moved with silver grace, watched by creatures of malice. Sindarim's Blahi sword, long silent, stirred at his hip, humming with the power of ages. Arrow and steel clashed, and flames of the ancient blade...